Round and round and round we go,
Where we'll stop we never know,
What is right and what is wrong,
Depends on Who's singing The Song,
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The image of the Merry Go Round captures your message perfectly. There's something innately pleasing in that image of a Merry Go Round - childhood, innocence, blissful ignorance. But in this corrupt age, everything gets tainted. The last two lines of your poem are so powerful: they wrench that image out of its childhood context and replace it with an unwelcome but necessary warning.(Excuse me - I'm going to bury my head in the sand.)
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The image of the Merry Go Round captures your message perfectly. There's something innately pleasing in that image of a Merry Go Round - childhood, innocence, blissful ignorance. But in this corrupt age, everything gets tainted. The last two lines of your poem are so powerful: they wrench that image out of its childhood context and replace it with an unwelcome but necessary warning.(Excuse me - I'm going to bury my head in the sand.)